Xia Xin's father sat on the chair in front of the surgery room, his dark face showing no expression, but Luo Chao could tell from his clenched fists and the bulging veins on his forehead that he was actually very nervous inside.
Xia Xin leaned on Chen Ziqi's shoulder, her eyes red and on the verge of tears.
The person undergoing surgery inside was her biological mother; how could she not be worried?
Chen Ziqi continuously comforted her, using tissues to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes. "Xinxin, don't worry. The hospital has arranged for the best doctors to perform the surgery on your aunt. It will definitely be okay. After this chemotherapy, your aunt will recover."
"Hmm." Xia Xin nodded repeatedly while crying. She also believed her mother could overcome her illness, but for some reason, she just wanted to cry.
